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More Below Quotes
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
rabindranath tagore— Stray Birds, 134 (1916)
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
Clement Moore— The Night Before Christmas (1822)
His form was of the manliest beauty,His heart was kind and soft;Faithful below he did his duty,But now he ’s gone aloft.
charles dibdin— Tom Bowling (c. 1788).
'Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried and parched with heat, And it hath long'd to be Released from out the selfish cloud, To cool the thirsty tree.
— Elizabeth Oakes Smith, Water.
What really troubles me is that democracy is getting a bad name because it is identified with imposition and occupation. I'm for democracy, but imposing democracy is an oxymoron. People have to choose democracy, and it has to come up from below.
madeleine albright— When asked what she considered the greatest mistake of the George W. Bush administration, interview with Deborah Solomon, New York Times (April 23, 2006)
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below.
john dryden— 1678 All for Love, or The World Well Lost, prologue.
The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!
thomas campbell— Part III, stanza 5.
From every place below the skiesThe grateful song, the fervent prayer,—The incense of the heart, —may riseTo heaven, and find acceptance there.
john pierpont— Every Place a Temple, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "This is that incense of the heart / Whose fragrance smells to heaven" Nathaniel Cotton, The Fireside, stanza 11.
We are beginning to realize that even the most fortunate people are living far below capacity, and that most human beings develop not more than a small fraction of their potential mental and spiritual efficiency. The human race, in fact, is surrounded by a large area of unrealized possibilities, a challenge to the spirit of exploration.
— Julian Huxley, "Transhumanism" in New Bottles for New Wine (1957) p. 13 - 17
below the surface stream, shallow and light, Of what we say and feel below the stream, As light, of what we think we feel, there flows With noiseless current, strong, obscure and deep, The central stream of what we feel indeed.
Matthew Arnold— "St. Paul and Protestantism" (1870).
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear As may, with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
john milton— Line 159. (Il Penseroso (1631))
The view we enjoyed from the summit [of Mount Rainier] could hardly be surpassed in sublimity and grandeur; but one feels far from home so high in the sky, so much so that one is inclined to guess that, apart from the acquisition of knowledge and the exhilaration of climbing, more pleasure is to be found at the foot of the mountains than on their tops. Doubly happy, however, is the man to whom lofty mountain tops are within reach, for the lights that shine there illumine all that lies below.
john muir— "Washington and the Puget Sound" in Picturesque California (1888-1890); reprinted in Steep Trails (1918), chapter 20
Home and heaven are not so far separated as we sometimes think. Nay, they are not separated at all, for they are both in the same great building. Home is the lower story, and is located down here on the ground floor; heaven is above stairs, in the second and third stories; and, as one after another the family is called to come up higher, that which seemed to be such a strange place begins to wear a familiar aspect; and, when at last not one is left below, the home is transferred to heaven, and heaven is home.
— Alexander Dickson, p. 326. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
As I came down the Highgate Hill I met the sun's bravado, And saw below me, fold on fold, Grey to pearl and pearl to gold, This London like a land of old, The land of Eldorado.
— Henry Howarth Bashford (1880-1961), English physician and writer. London, from Romances (1917).
As I came down the Highgate Hill, The Highgate Hill, the Highgate Hill, As I came down the Highgate Hill I met the sun's bravado, And saw below me, fold on fold, Grey to pearl and pearl to gold, This London like a land of old, The land of Eldorado.
— Henry Bashford, Romances.
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below.
john mccrae— Col. John McCrae, In Flander's Fields (We shall not Sleep).
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1600-02), Act III, scene 3, line 97
She sang how in his ship a man would go From Belem to avenge the cruel shame. The weight it bears the ocean shall not know, That great Pacheco who shall justly claim Of Portuguese Achilles' glorious name; When he embarks, the surging waves his weight Shall feel, and all the vessel's beams and frame Shall groan oppressed beneath the burthen great, And in the water sink below its usual state.
— Translated by Robert Ffrench Duff, in The Lusiad of Camoens translated into English Spencerian verse (1880), p. 365
If there comes a little thaw, still the air is chill and raw. Here and there a patch of snow, dirtier than the ground below, dribbles down a marshy flood; ankle-deep you stick in mud in the meadows while you sing, "This is Spring."
— C. P. Cranch, A Spring Growl. (Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations)
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
Edmund Waller— Edmund Waller, Divine Poems, Divine Love, Canto III, line 17.
Miles above the Earth we know, Fancy's rocket roars. below, Here and Now are needles which Sew a pattern black as pitch, Waiting for the rocket's light.
philip josé farmer— "Imagination" in America Sings (1949)
Music, the greatest good that mortals know, And all of heaven we have below.
joseph addison— 1694 'A Song for St Cecilia's Day'.
As I came down the Highgate Hill,The Highgate Hill, the Highgate Hill,As I came down the Highgate HillI met the sun's bravado,And saw below me, fold on fold,Grey to pearl and pearl to gold,This London like a land of old,The land of Eldorado.
Alfred Noyes— London, from Romances (1917). Compare: Alfred Noyes, Go down to Kew in Lilac-time.
In England women are still occasionally used instead of horses for hauling canal boats, because the labour required to produce horses and machines is an accurately known quantity, while that required to maintain the women of the surplus population is below all calculation.
karl marx— Vol. I, Ch. 15, Section 2, pg.430
And thus among these rocks he lived, Through summer heat and winter snow: The Eagle, he was lord above, And Rob was lord below.
william wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Rob Roy's Grave.
